A L I V E❔❕ (tommy Shelby fanfiction)

Chapter 4//

"Now," the man says, "I'm gonna tell me family who you are, cause we don't have any secrets here." I nod my head frantically, although I want nothing more than to just hide away in a hole.

We're standing outside a large, black door, with a gaping hole in the front of it. Perfect size for a knife, I think to myself.

"We're gonna get that scratch of yours tidied up," almost instinctively I raise my hand to touch it, but he grabs it before it reaches my head, and places it back by my side.

My eyes widen as I stare into his blue ones, and I see him smirk and shake his head.

"Then, you and I are gonna have a little chat." I'm terrified.

He pulls the door handle hard, and it flings open. He struts in, and I follow slowly behind him. The room is quiet, with only the two men from the pub the other day, and an older looking woman.

"Who's this, tommy?" The older man laughs, clearly thinking I was a whore of some sort. My cheeks flare up, and I can feel myself going red.

"Ooh, she's blushing!" The younger one states. I look at the floor.

"She's nothing of that sort, lads. This is the Harrys new barmaid, from last night."

Both the men's eyes widen in realisation, but the woman's face stays expressionless.

"Who is this, tommy? Am I missing something?" Her voice flows out of her mouth, and she sits up a little straighter, clearly agitated.

Tommy nudges me slightly, whispering to me "introduce yourself, then." I feel my eyes widen for what feels like the tenth time today, as I stare at his blue eyes. He nods, as if giving me permission, so I cast my eyes over to the table, where they are all sat.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm Bessie, it's nice to meet you. Like tommy said, I work in Harry's p pub... I work the day shifts. I moved here with my sister, from err Bristol."

Tommy looks at me, confused, then I realise I said Bristol, my actual home place, instead of London. Shit. I hoped he didn't say anything.

"And why are you here, Bessie from Bristol?" She says, her voice radiating authority.

"She was well rude last night, wasn't she Arthur?" The younger one states. Arthur takes a puff from his cigarette, chuckling lightly. The woman eyes me again.

"Yeah, she was. Didn't expect her to be here right now, thought she'd be ten feet under. Guess Tommy's in a good mood, eh?" The older one, Arthur, says, while elbowing the other man lightly in the ribs.

A shot of fear runs through me. He is going to kill me. I look towards the door, but I knew u couldn't make it in time. I look around, but see no other ways of getting out, except from a small window in the corner. I could probably make the door though.

Just as I am about to make a run for it, Tommy's hand wraps itself around my waist, almost as if he knew what I was going to do. "We're not going to kill the lady. I bought her here for a chat and anyway, she didn't do much wrong last night anyway, did she boys? She's new. We'll let her off. Bessie, this is Arthur," he points to the older one, "and this is John." He points to the younger one.